I don't need half of these layers.

And then it occurs to me: Maybe this is what spring feels like; this crackling energy that has me practically rocking back and forth in my chair is what it feels like to be in my body, under the sun, after winter has lifted; perhaps I am not so much becoming manic as I am resurfacing.

It is this thought that brings my pulse back to normal, loosens the knot in my chest.

I feel a little better now.

Still gonna go out tonight and get smashed and rock the karaoke mic with my former co-workers, but for better reasons.

I don't need half of these layers.

And then it occurs to me: Maybe this is what spring feels like; this crackling energy that has me practically rocking back and forth in my chair is what it feels like to be in my body, under the sun, after winter has lifted; perhaps I am not so much becoming manic as I am resurfacing.

It is this thought that brings my pulse back to normal, loosens the knot in my chest.

I feel a little better now.

Still gonna go out tonight and get smashed and rock the karaoke mic with my former co-workers, but for better reasons.